The history of Clarissa Harlowe

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Pagina 438 - OH THAT I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me; When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness...
Pagina 493 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Pagina 493 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 455 - And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
Pagina 444 - For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
Pagina 82 - Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, And yet so humble too, as not to scorn The meanest country cottages : " His poppy grows among the corn." The halcyon Sleep will never build his nest In any stormy breast. 'Tis not enough that he does find Clouds and darkness in their mind ; Darkness but half his work will do : 'Tis not enough ; he must find quiet too.
Pagina 438 - As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle; When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were about me; When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil...
Pagina 47 - The old dragon straddled up to her, with her arms kemboed again — her eye-brows erect, like the bristles upcn a hog's back, and, scowling over her shortened nose, more than half hid her ferret eyes. Her mouth was distorted. She pouted out her blubber-lips, as if to bellows up wind and sputter into her horse-nostrils ; and her chin was curdled, and more than usually prominent with passion.
Pagina 516 - If I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: If I say, "I am perfect," it shall also prove me perverse.
Pagina 455 - For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea : therefore my words are swallowed up.

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